I started out yesterday cleaning corners and sorting stuff.
One little thing I accomplished was to attach a drapery tieback on one side of a set of curtains. For reasons that seem too silly to discuss, only one tieback was needed. But I got 'er done, and used something that I already had.
I washed floors in the kennel building and did some more tidying and sorting. It might never end, but the space looks tidier and I can find what I need to fix or create things.
Before and after lunch, Mica and I ran errands. I picked up a heavy item that Shelly had purchased through Facebook Buy & Sell, took some useable junk to the swap shed, and took Mica for a run around a park.
Say what? When do I ever walk or run around a park?
Years ago, I'd say at least twelve, there was an area developed where individuals could plant trees to honour loved ones. at the time, I sold good sized trees, or people could purchased their own.
I planted one for "Lawrence and Myrtle Blain"; they loved this Valley. Almost everyone purchased a plaque for their tree.
My plaque has disappeared, along with several others. Still, it was interesting to guess which tree was the one planted for my parents. The park is still pretty, as most memorial trees survived.
One example of the type of hardy tree in the park.
Sandra James captures this scene of winter "watching" us …
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Now it's Friday afternoon.
I've been sorting photos, letters and greeting cards almost all day so far. It's emotional work and I find it exhausting to decide what stays and what can be discarded. It's like I'm throwing away people and pets. Even landscape and scenery changes, houses are sold … you get the idea.
I phoned a high school friend because I was feeling nostalgic. We "caught up" quickly, but we didn't promise to stay in touch. It was a lovely visit anyway.
I'm making a deliberate effort not to grind to a halt because of nostalgia or melancholia. I'm glad I have saved what I've saved, and am determined not to worry about who saves what after I die.
Just as I give gifts hoping they are enjoyed or needed, I will "organize" and store stuff to leave to others without strings attached. In the meantime, I'm getting some fun out of this voyage of discovery and rediscovery, of knowing/remembering where many things are. Even more energizing is finding the items I haven't used or even looked at in "forever", and hoping someone finds them in our swap shed and can use them.
But I must get back to my projects.
Hope your day has been good. Stay well!
Love, Ann
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